I’d spent the better part of an hour preparing breakfast, taking all the extra steps to ensure the presentation was immaculate—arranging the food in neat little rows, adding garnishes, making sure the coffee was brewed to perfection. Taehyung’s presence in the house was impossible to ignore, especially given the context of the situation. I didn’t really know how to approach it other than sort of courting her, treating her arrival like a first or second date and going the extra mile to show her that she was welcome in our home, that she was valued.

After seeing them naked together in my bed, Sooya’s thighs glistening and Taehyung’s pretty pink pussy wet and swollen, I couldn’t have possibly cared less about the food. I sloppily spatula’d the food onto three plates, turning off the burners in a mad dash to get it over with and then sprinted back down the hallway and up the stairs, tossing off my apron and shirt before stumbling out of breath into the bedroom.